The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1887-11-26
GREAT PAINTERS.
Realistic Works OF Art Produced by 9
Creyd OF Arksnsaw Liaxs


at Jameson's lanyard talking Of the
pictures which they had seen in tho
'art' gallery Of county fair.
yes. looked putty well. said an
old fellow. "but they amt what | call
fine paintin'. Boys, you know'd Andy
SummersP"
yes"
wall. Andy was a painter. One
day he painted the pictur' Of an over
coat, an II was so nachul that his
daddy put it on an had wore IL some
time before he found out IL was n
pictur'."
Yes" rejoinod fellow named
Smith. IL have heard Of that pictur'.
Andy was n putty good cub painter
thar amt no mistake about that, but
when you want TO get some right good
work done you've got 10 go 10 fellcr
that has Earned the trade sho nuff
Now. Miles Stokes was what | call "A
number one painter. You all know'd
Miles-livcd on tho old Asiord place
the year after the war; One time
Miles painted the pictur' Of fiddle,
an I'll be hanged II u fe Ter didn't take
II 10 dance an play on it all night
Never heard sich muJic in my life.
Made it fairly talk. the feller did. That
was one paintin' sho nuff.
THAT was mighty fine pictur',
said old Gates. "Miles could have
done suthin at paintin' ef he had kept
on tryin', but he peered TO lose his grip
airtcr Bob Hadley come around. Had
10y was n fine painter OF course.
amt no art critic. nor nothin' Of that
sort, and don't pretend 10 put my
Judgment up any higher than you can
reach, but somehow he always struck
me as bcin' n pow'ful nachul painter
One night thar was apossul OF u over
ut old Simmons house an we got after
Bob to paint us pictur'. lie said no
didn't feol like paintin' an kop' on
maxim excuses till old Simmons went
out and fetched In bucket Of paint an
a brcsh an told Bob that he jest must
paint some sort Of pictur'. whuther or
no. Wall, Bob he tuck up the bresh
an begun ter slash it aroun' till the
fust thing we know'd ho had dun
painted the pictur' Of n Jug II wuz
Jest rs nachul as any jug ever seed,
an when tuck it up and sortcr shucE
IL hoarn suthin' slosh. | turned it up.
did, an hanged Of thar want whisky
in il.
"Sho nun whiskyP
"Tell you how sho' 'nuff il was. We
let in to drinkin' it. an it want long
till we was all drunk"
"Its yorc time now, Uncle Buck"
cried young fellow, slapping an old
man on the back.
IL amt no han to cxaggeratc,
boys" Uncle Buck replied. 40 me
thar amt no fun in u impossible lie. v
"Then what you air goin' to tell us
is the truth, chP"
"Yes, an I'll bet my hoss agin
yourn."
"Well. wait till I've heard your
story"
"All right" Uncle Buck continued.
Il was in Bill Rickcy's store some
time ago. Bill, you know. while he
don't make no prctcnsc, is consider
able of an artist. Wall. jest to amusc
me or himself. he painted nigger, an
the nigger went outdoors, chopped
somo wood, brought it into the house
an made as good fire rs you ever
saw"
'Jnclo Buck. I'll take the bet"
"All right. Yandcr's John Higgins
out yandcr Call him in"
When Higgins came in Uncle Buck
asked: "IIiggins. want you at Rick
oy's store one day last weok?"
"Yos."
"Scod mo tharp"
"Yos"
anybody else thar?"
"Ycs. a niggcr"
What did Hickey do to him3"
SCRATCHED up brcsh and painted
him, Jest fur fun.
What did the niggcr do shortly
nirterwardsp"
Chopped some wood an made n
fire"
"Gabc," said Uncle Buck, "go
fetch that horse round here"
"Oh. no, you said he painted the
ptctur of Niger "
"No, didn't; did | boysp"
mo. said he painted n nigger,"
some one replied, and the boys agreed
that those were his exact words.
That's tho only hoss I've got. I'M
Gle Buck"
KANT hep It; fetch him"
Gabc brought the horse around and